Sunday, January 31, 2016

It's
Sunday, which means it's time for one of the sexy kiss excerpts
you've come to expect from Beyond Romance. For more Sunday Snogs, go visit Victoria Blisse's Snog Central.

However, today is also T minus
one day for my super Gazillionaire and Virgin blog tour. The
tour will run from February 1st to 15th. This post is where you
should bookmark and return to for the latest links.

(By the way, if you tried to comment on Nikko Lee's Tuesday post and had problems...she has fixed the issue. So I do hope you will go back to try again!)

I
am giving away a $50 bookstore gift certificate (first prize) and a
print copy of the new book (second prize). To enter, you need to
comment on a post, and include your email address (obfuscated if you
wish). The more posts you comment on, the greater your chances of
winning. I've written a different essay for each post, so you won't
get bored.

Now,
on to the snog! Here's a brand new, exclusive excerpt!

~~~

I
drag Theo toward the front of the store. He's silent, distant, not
looking at me or at the cute blonde cashier. While she rings up our
purchases, he fiddles with the car air fresheners hanging near the
register. He doesn't object when I pull out my credit card. I can see
that he's floundering once again in a swamp of self-doubt.

He
does grab the bag though, which I appreciate since it weighs far more
than I would have expected. He strides toward his car with those long
legs of his, leaving me to hurry after him.

"I'll
drive," I announce when I catch up. "Give me the keys."

"Don't
tell me what to do."

"But
you seem upset..."

The
alarm beeps and the door locks click open. "Get in, Rachel."

He
focuses on the road, driving with detached precision. I keep quiet,
not sure how to handle this latest mood.

We
pull into the parking lot behind his condo. He kills the engine then
sits stiffly behind the wheel, making no move to get out.

He's
hurting, I can tell. I wish I understood why. I place a tentative
hand on his solid bicep. He doesn't shake it off as I feared he
might, but he doesn't soften either. "Theo? What's wrong? What
did I do now?" Had I offended him by taking charge of the
interaction in the store? Somebody had to?

"Nothing-nothing,
really. It's not you, Rachel. It's me. I just can't do this."

"This?
You mean the bondage? Of course you can."

"Honestly,
I have no idea how to go about it. I've got no knowledge, no
experience. All I've got is a bunch of kinky porn."

"And
excellent instincts." I stroke his slightly stubbly cheek and
turn his eyes toward me. He looks desolate, lost. "You have to
trust those instincts, Theo." I lean in to brush his obdurate
lips with mine. "I do."

"You'd
trust a total amateur like me to tie you up? You're crazy. I could
really hurt you."

"We'll
go slow. We'll have a safeword. And we've got those humongous shears
to cut me free if necessary."

The
faintest hint of a grin tugs at his lips. This time when I bend
closer to kiss him, he kisses me back. He cradles my breast as our
mouths meld, flicking at the nipple with his thumb. My lust comes
roaring back. The vicious pinch he delivers makes me gasp and moan.
By the time he releases me, I've soaked his shirt, not to mention his
car seat.

He
licks those ripe, sensitive, boyish lips. "More than anything in
the world."

~~~

As
it happens, today is also my birthday. To celebrate, I'll give away a
copy of my BDSM erotic romance Coming
in Costume to one person who leaves me a comment. Just to get
you warmed up for the tour and all! Be sure to include your email in
the comment. And go visit Elisabeth Joye's blog tomorrow, for the
start of the tour.